Loki had, for the most part, avoided the pool area. He wasn't much of a swimmer, also it was possible that the experience of almost drowning as a kitten had put him off it even more. Despite that, the fact remained that cutting through the pool area was occasionally an efficient way to get from place to place.

During such cut-throughs, he didn't usually stop. This particular cut-through was an exception, though, because of the familiar-ish form in the lounge chair. The image of Sif, albeit a Sif with short hair and tattoos. Jane, who had managed to be both pleasant and interesting company. This time, he stopped, taking a seat in one of the chairs next to hers. "Good afternoon. Jane, yes?"